Aug 14 2011
Greetings, Cool Peeps:
This week I’m talking about faces in strange places. A little odd, yes, but maybe this blog will help us discover just how similar or just how different we are. Indulge me, please.
When I was a child, I loved visiting my grandmother. Her guest bedroom had this beautiful old-fashioned wallpaper with winding vines that boasted exquisite flowers. Before I would turn the light off at night and before I would get up in the morning, I loved to stare at the wallpaper. It was a challenge to find faces in the flowers. Once I found a face, I would play this game where I would turn my head away and then turn back again to see if the face was still there.
But the flowered walls weren’t the only place I saw faces. My favorite part about taking a bath at my grandmother’s was looking at the little man’s face with the big nose that went up and down.
“That’s just a drain, Molly,” she would say. “You move the lever up, the water stays put. You move the lever down, the water drains.”
“It’s a funny man with a big nose,” I would say, laughing, and my grandmother would always give in and say, “You’re absolutely right, Molly. I think it is.”
Every since my childhood, I’ve seen faces. Happy, sad, crazy, perplexed, silly faces.
I see faces in trees and faces on the ground. Look at these three photos I took recently. Do you see faces? Animal or human? I know these are just three random spots, but every day when I pass them on my way to work, I say hello to the faces.
In the first one, with my head to the left, I see a sideways bunny. With my head to the right, I see a horse. In the second one, I see a partial skull. Or maybe a man who’s been buried alive but is rising to the surface. Yes, peeps, my brain does take a vacation from men, work, fashion, straunts, and various pet peeves to go just a little AWOL. And I love it! Yeah, yours truly is a little freakin’ bonkers. But you already knew that.
The third photo is my favorite. Look at the amazing face of a man in profile with his eyelids, nose, and cheeks so pronounced. I see a wise and ancient soul — one who has been asleep for years or perhaps is meditating.
Here’s a house that I pass every day. Tell me you don’t see a guy looking at you in a Big-Brotherish kind of way. Look at those patriotic eyes. And that mail slot you think you see, that’s the dude’s mouth. He doesn’t talk a lot. He just waits for the mail carrier to bring him lunch.
Last week, I was chasing a story in a town I’d never been and saw these ladies in someone’s backyard. I call them the “Mop Sisters.” They haven’t seen a good hair day in a very long time. But they’re looking for someone, maybe some nearby old brooms, to sweep them off their feet. (Oh, wait, they don’t have feet.) Hmmm.
Last week, I was in New York, and looked up in Times Square at these streetlights. Only I saw sad, moping eyes that I wanted to comfort. (Yes, we’ve already established I’m a bit nuts.)
When I got home from my jaunt in the city, I fed Captain Jack, my beautiful orange furball, and lo and behold, I noticed that the cat food lid was smiling at me. See what happens when you take time to really look at things? (You lose your mind!)
And lastly, with a hungry cat fed and a tired me resting in my favorite chair, I looked over at my purse. It was smiling at me, too.
“Thanks for not spending too much of my money today, Molly,” it said. “And thanks for taking me to New York. I always have fun there.”
Tell me, peeps, what do you see when you look beyond the obvious? Do you see faces? Images? Do YOU see faces in strange places?
See you next week.
Yours in pickiness,